Baby Bird's Poetry
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Torn in Two
Why must I feel torn in two
On the verge of two roads,
Chastised with decision,
Yet neither road I wish to take
One leading to the dark abyss of wood
Where trees creak for justice still not met,
My soul here lingers,
Consumed by black memories
Best left forgotten
Forgetting that I'm torn in two
The wooded parkland I too could take
Where willows bow their heads and weep,
For chains surround their every groove
And barriers too high to climb,
I find that I too am chained
To the melencholy of their song
Do I cross this path?
My mind is torn in two
Why must I feel torn in two
With every sorrow felt anew
A path that takes me far too deep,
Fighting through bracken overgrown
For in this wood my mind shall roam
Unless the other path I take
Which shall be my endless fate?
Yet on each road no path is set
And neither shows what lies ahead
One living in life's ignorant chains
The other full of life and dread
What type of life is this?
My mind is torn in two.
Yet here I am on the verge of the two
Battling out which road to take
Knowing that once trodden it's forever
And here I stay as indecision strengthens
Knowing only that I must break the chains
To set free my mind
That is torn in two.
by Emily O'Brien
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